•    Hello from Scotland.   

    Apologies, the intention was to let you know when I was leaving home for Glasgow. But it’s been a busy few days. This past Saturday I had a tutorial at my local college in the morning. After that it was a booking at Earl’s Court. Then I had to come home and pack for Glasgow as I was leaving first thing Sunday morning. I was as careful as anything to remember everything, even down to my charger for my Kindle as I didn’t want to be caught out, only to forget the most staple contents of an escort’s handbag; condoms, babywipes and lubricant. Can you believe it? I even remembered to bring my usb adaptor for my mobile so I could upload some pretty pics to illustrate this entry, but I forgot to pack the blommin’ condoms and lube. Thank goodness for Boots.

    As I’m a poor student now it was the train up to Glasgow Central Station for me. I forgot that flying on a weekend is more expensive than on the weekday, plus with my 10% off, I couldn’t resist the savings I made. It’s a five hour journey but I didn’t really mind. There was some beautiful scenes of the Lake District on the way up and although it was a busy train I had seats to myself for most of the journey. I just read, ate and slept my way up, then it was a five minute walk to my hotel from the station.

    Yesterday was a good day. I got to see my Glasgow favourite for a couple of hours, a client of many years who it’s always a pleasure to see. I then had an hour with one of the horniest toads I’ve ever had the pleasure to service. Inbetween I had lunch with a good friend at my now favourite Italian restaurant just off Buchanan St. It’s called Amarone, in my opinion the best Italian I’ve ever had in the UK.
    Later on in the evening I had a last minute two hour booking at 8pm with a lovely chap passing through Glasgow on his way down to London. Let’s just say I’m glad I answered the phone.

    Conversely I have nothing booked in for today, on top of which, it turns out that this weekend was a public holiday but still the phone was busy yesterday so I may still get a couple of bookings yet. Glasgow tends to be a last-minute kinda town, sometimes with high expectations. Whilst getting ready to see my Glasgow favourite yesterday morning, I had a call at approx. 9.45am from a gent wanting a booking at 11am, requesting full Domination regalia – PVC gear, boots, the lot. For a last minute booking it was never going to happen.

    Gentlemen, if you ever want a booking and your requests are going to be specific, best give your lady of choice a bit of notice. We don’t carry wardrobes on our backs and it’s really difficult thinking about what to bring to satisfy every proclivity there is, without making demands for certain fetishwear when you call up an hour or so before your intended time expecting it all. I’m not being difficult, I don’t mind taking last minute bookings whilst on tour providing I’m available. But the likelihood of an escort accommodating certain needs at such short notice as per the above example is always going to be minimal. She can’t accommodate and you’re disappointed. This is one of the reasons why I advertise weeks, sometimes months in advance – a) it gives a chance for client to save up if need be, a hour’s booking is still a lot of money and b) he can request certain lingerie or outfits. And if I don’t have it, I can buy it.

    Anyway, if the phone is quiet today, I have my assignment to start on as it’s due next Tuesday. That’ll keep me busy enough (notice I remembered to bring my books, such was the panic to start my esssay). I also plan to take a trip down to this place at some point. It was recommended to me and I see that it has rave reviews.
    Then back home tomorrow afternoon with a day off on Thursday, back to normal availability for this Friday and Saturday. See you at home.

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    • any chance of you asking a client to take a pic of your delightful plump rump

    • Ooh, you should’ve asked me before I left for Scotland cavey. I would’ve gotten my Glasgow favourite to take a couple of pics. He usually does and he did actually ask (he’s the one that photoshopped the postcode on my arse), but I felt I didn’t need any new ones. Although now that you mention it, Yorkshire P did give me a USB stick with some pics that he has taken of me recently. I’ll look into it.x

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